What happened? Why was it so great?

-- ann monroe (monroe@chorus.net), February 14, 2000

Answers

Quite easy for me. i was five days removed from my seventeenth birthday, and I got to leave the hospital. i had suffered a stroke, very rare i assure you for someone of that age. they think because of the fact i have some obscure skin disorder that causes infinite amounts of little ruptures in my blood vessels and any other connective tissue, along with my extended car ride to and from wisconsin from atlanta, that this was likely the cause. in any case, i lost speech for nearly three weeks. and it was much longer until i was able to feel comfortable about publicly speaking. i had lost mobility in my right arm (the that i use to write, eat, drink, etc.) and for an extended time i had been unable to breathe. but two weeks and god knows how many dollars later in hospital bills and i was allowed to leave. now here was the best part, three of my friends who lived 800 or so miles away (i had just recently moved) flew down to see me during the summer and help me get better. it was like a miracle, i tell you. the power of human connectivity and spirit. and when i was able to venture back into the real world and leave the needles and bad hospital food away, i couldn't have been happier to walk out in the company of three of the most amazing people i've ever met.

-- Diego (drafael@hotmail.com), February 16, 2000.

My wedding day was the best day I've had so far. I married a lovely guy, wore a lovely dress, carried flowers that were exactly the way I wanted them to be, got presents, danced to music I selected, and ate extremely well-prepared versions of exactly what I wanted to eat. It was a wonderful day from the beginning to the end.

-- ann monroe (monroe@chorus.net), February 16, 2000.

OOPs!!! Did you really mean to ask this of someone who is hard- wired POLY??? I have no Best day, altho there are many that I remember as being great. Like you my wedding day was wonderful, like Diego, the day I went home from the hospital (I was only in a week, I can't imagine what staying in as long as he did would be like, and wouldn't want to)was another great one. But sorry, I don't rate anything as above all others.

-- Pete Sublord of Safe Driving and Chocolate Cake (PLeMay816@aol.com), February 18, 2000.

Oh, yeah Pete my friend I am with you on that poly aspect of picking best days in interpersonal relating best or best anything.

I do think that about my most memorable non-interpersonal relating day would be the day I spent in the Louvre and the Muse DOrse. That day I finished up in the Louvre after a very full day there the day before. That evening we went into Notre Dame during a service. Quite a sight to this ex-catholic.

(Might as well throw a night in)

The best night was in The Quetico, Canada. We had just had 14-hour day of heavy paddling and portaging trying to get to a particular camp sight in one day. We were nuts for trying. It got so dark and we were so exhausted we stopped in the middle of a long portage and threw a tarp down and put one over our sleeping bags and us. We fell asleep quickly in the open in 40-degree weather. While sleeping I awoke noticing that it seemed awful bright, through my eyelids, for night. I groggily opened my eyes expecting it to be dawn. It wasnt. The sky was glowing! I got up and walked towards the lake to get a clearer view out from under the trees. To my awe it was the brightest Aurora Borealis of my life (and I have seen many). It spread from the north horizon unending to the west and East and up southward past the point over my head. Easily half the night sky. There were not as many colors as some displays I have seen, but it was the most shimmering and bright one I ever saw or imagined possible. I ran back stumbling in the dark and woke up Bubbly and we walked back and sat and watched for about an hour while cuddling to stay warm.

Lee

-- Lee (leet@megsinet.net), February 18, 2000.

Ditto Pete - too many great moments to lessen them by picking a favorite.

Ditto Lee. :-)

Plus a very special day into evening into involving bicycling for hours on a beautiful trail to fatigue, a nice long soak with a very special person in a whirpool tub at a B&B, followed by an incredible, long, exciting, pleasant . . . well let's just say physical . . . ;-) encounter that included a first for me and ended with the headboard missing a half a column . . .

-- aka 'Bubbly' (leet@megsinet.net), February 19, 2000.